November 27, 2024

in a small airplane. It’s flying low, hugging the terrain. I’m thinking it’s going to land, but there are fuel tanks between us and the runway. The plane veers off and between tanks. The wings come off and we spin around. Get out and walk up to the hotel. Walk up to the room and put our stuff down.

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